“Perhaps it’s trapped in space somewhere.”
“I had Canada Back Bacon problems yesterday!”
“What I want, is less security.”
“It’s the literally called the ‘Thumper Massager’.”
“You can use it on a horse.”
I’m ready to take a handful of those and shove them down my trap.
Just come in through the back door and sneak around.
Somehow, we need to figure out how to marry hot peppers with grapes.
It just kinda slid in.